As I start work on my paper about EmilyDickinson's Puritan background and her links to the heritage of thecaptivity narrative through her masochistic obsession with prolongedpain, I have been running into Gothic imagery of a macabre all day.
First a taste of Dickinson:
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'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
That nearer, every Day,
Kept narrowing
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